It was a whole piece of fabric hanging from her foot, flapping in the cold wind. There was nothing underneath it.,Death, this is not because of his low mental fortitude, but because he is truly dying. A strong rope tightly binds around his neck.,He curled his legs, trying to lift himself with his hands, defending the last shred of dignity he had left after death. But then a child appeared out of nowhere, gripping his feet in both hands and swinging him from the beams like a pendulum.。